Saturday, June 23, 2018

Summer Poem

“Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.”
Victor Hugo ‘Les Misérables’

In crochet lace I walk barefoot through the roses.  Petal laden path,  the scent of Summer everywhere.   Day dreams of the sea and white laced shores.    

“ Summer, 
an eternal poem.”
Kerrie Sanderson

Washed by the sea

Pale Wash Of Roses are in my Shop for Summer

Friday, March 2, 2018

A Pale Wash Of Roses

The palest wash of a rose

Roses de calme

 I have been painting the palest of roses on French linen papier. The linen papier is made in France,  since 1557.  These roses are so faint, quiet and unseen. 

Seawashed Roses

hidden in the petals 
washed by the sea,

S e a w a s h e d

Copyright belongs to Kerrie Sanderson

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Washed Winter

all that gathers on Winter’s shore

 the sea washes in

S e a w a s h e d

“The oceans never stop.  They know no beginning or end.”
L.M. Stedman 

All that washes in and gathers by the sea fills our cottage  for Christmastide. A weathered white tree with tattered garland like strands of seaweed,  is just enough.   Old worn lanterns with candles for light  as day fades into dark.  The deep always calling, the waves continually washing and we let it be, we let it be so. 

Washed Winter 
Peaceful Tidings

washed by the sea